•𖦹 𝚰ntroductory 𖦹•
Zana Marson learned early that time doesn’t wait for anyone. Marina was seven—too young to understand how much her mother had already given up, yet old enough to know she was loved without question. Morning walks were Zana’s thing while she was in school. Her ritual, from 8:30AM to 2:30PM. Same route. Same 1 hour. Same calm breeze and the beauty of flowers and trees.
Then there was a light tap on her shoulder. A voice behind her that didn’t belong. “Excuse me, miss,” an old woman said gently. “Do you want to go back to the past?”
(Yes I added this in the story description, the introductory, and Chapter 1, and there’s nothing you can do…🫵🏾😈)
